Say You Swear Summary Novels & Stories

I cut in, my tone sharper now, “that you won’t tell anyone where we went. You won't tell your parents or the elders and the warriors.” They exchanged a look. “Ethan, that’s—” Sarafina started. “Swear it.” Then something in my voice must have shifted because even I felt that it wasn’t just me talking anymore. Kael blinked. “Why are you—” “Swear it,” I said again. And this time… it wasn’t just words. Something surged through me. It felt hot, electric, and I felt alive. It crawled up my spine, spread into my chest, then burst outward, and suddenly, the air around us changed.

Smart girl. “I swear it,” I continued quietly, my voice steady despite the pain throbbing through my ribs. “You will give me your blood… and swear an oath before the altar. Swear that you will not hunt me… not chase me… not seek revenge… until fate itself forces our paths to cross again.” Silence followed. Heavy. Deadly. Vuk’s jaw tightened violently as his fists curled at his sides.

Promise me that you'll do whatever it takes to make sure he doesn't serve this evil wh*re. . Salim ➡ I swear on my life... I'll do whatever it takes. . Mustapha ➡ Good now listen. . To be CONTINUED 👳👳👳👳👳👳👳👳 👳👳👳👳👳👳👳

“I swear.” “Do you solemnly swear to keep an open line of communication at all times?” “I swear.” “Do you swear to keep the family secret or so help you Moon Goddess?” “I swear.” “Do you swear to hold yourselves and this pack accountable for any mistakes and abide by its laws?” “I swear.” “Do you swear to pledge your unwavering loyalty to this pack, to myself, Anna, and Avery?” “I swear.” “And do you swear that you will fight alongside us at all times, while keeping your morals and your humility intact?”

"That's nothing. What kind of weak oath is that?" Henry protested, "Then what do you want me to say?" Yvonne replied, "Swear that if you leaked the information, you'll die a slow, painful death, be impotent the rest of your life, and your body will be covered in sores..." "Fine, I admit that it was me. My bad," Henry quickly backed down. He preferred not to utter such an oath, even if he wasn't superstitious. Yvonne snorted coldly. She knew it was him, so she wasn't surprised.

This must be his way of getting back at him. "I didn't cheat. Not my fault your stupid" Diego countered sticking his tongue out. "I am not stupid!" Ryder retorded then looked at me with pleading eyes. Oh no. "Ken, please tell this ogre I am not stupid. Right? Right?" He says clasping his hands together still kneeling. I just sighed and shrugged. "Because I am your friend. Then yes. You are not stupid" I just say in surrender. "Yes!" Ryder shouts putting his fist in the air.

Michelle swears taking the glass taking a sip then bows her head. “I, Thane Haner swear, my loyalty to Alpha Raven Holmes and to my pack, Wolf Creek, as your Gamma,” Thane swears with a crooked grin taking the glass and drinking some. Embry and I both raise an eyebrow at his cockiness wondering if he’ll be able to keep up with the title. “I, Jacoby Waters, swear my loyalty to Alpha Raven Holmes and to Wolf Creek,” Jacoby is next drinking from the glass. I stand stunned and surprised at how quick they are to do this.

She gritted her teeth, infuriated. “Sir York! I swear to the Emperor that I will never reveal your identity to anyone!” “If I do, our Emperor will be struck by lightning!” Harvey kept on smiling. “I don’t believe in swears. If swears worked in the first place, the world wouldn’t need the police now, would it?” “Besides, you Islanders always contradict yourselves. There’s no way I can believe you.” “What should I do if you sell me out the moment I let you go?”

“Worried that you would not feel ready when the time comes.” “That's not true.” “Then swear it to me. Swear that regardless of how you feel, we will tell them the minute they return.” I opened my mouth and shut it. These kinds of things were popular amongst the Dark Blood pack and intricate. He said swear, not promise. They took swearing more personal, too personal. He held out his hand, his eyes were set to cold, hard determination. “Swear it to me, Dahlia.” he repeated. There was an edge to his voice this time.

I have been waiting two years for this moment, and now that it is here I find that the waiting was worse than the doing. "I swore an oath at this grave," I say, and my voice is low and unhurried, the register I use when I am giving orders I do not expect to repeat. "I swore to avenge you through the family. I swore to serve the Don who sits at the head of the table. I swore in front of a priest and the capos who stood witness, and I meant every word."